Omniscience hastens flurry ripe for new subtraction.
When I knew her, windows made the rounds.
A flare of rapture ordered some facsimile of origami to bequeath to snares left gasping.
I no longer levy Texas where it hurts.
The stranger dressed in my clandestine wardrobe trounces all over Leviticus.
Sparring necessitates loose warbling in the near-term land of yodel.
Are you conscious as you are duplicitous?
My countenance must recreate your confiscated hut.
I strain my vegetables in mixed company.
The words 'totally' and 'absolutely' (he reminded us) are not synonymous with 'yes.'
For now the platform is strictly constructed of these planks.
each line is a plank
a constant drive
at the center
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